I am mobile, therefore I exist. We are mobile, so we have a problem

A brief recent history of the automobile in relation to architecture and public space

True stories

I'm trying to tell a story that we all know because we've been living it every day for decades. Why tell a story that everyone knows? Because it is that story about which everyone has a different opinion, a different grievance, and some also have solutions or expectations. Because from the story of displacement and movement we get to promises and votes, confrontations and habits, daily lives and myths and conspiracies. I start from way back.

Once upon a time there was a time when, if you wanted to buy a Dacia 1300, you didn't just have to have the money for it. You had to have the time to wait with the money in your CEC account, almost 10 years. Once you were lucky enough to become the happy owner of a Dacie, and once you managed to personalize it to make it stand out from all the others, you came to the big problem: petrol. You were entitled to 20 liters a month, and you could only drive on weekends alternately, every other weekend, depending on the

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Arhitectura 3-4/2024 (711-712)
The car and the city